Xander
We arrive home in Tansy Beach only a day later. Father pushed the horses hard, changing them whenever we could purchase new ones. As soon as the carriage rolls to a halt, he throws the door open and leaps out.
“There is much to prepare,” he says before I’ve even stood.
Corwyn appears at his shoulder. “Agreed. What can Xander and I assist with?”
I climb, achingly, from the carriage as Father nods appreciatively at Corwyn.
“I was hoping the two of you might shoulder some details so I might prepare for the peace talk.” He glances at the low-slung, sandstone castle behind him, and I imagine he’s picturing Mother waving from the open-air walkway once more. “Corwyn, you have to keep the Council in order. Run the meetings and ensure those fools do not gain the floor for long. Xander,
